[Aster]
It was strange how life could sometimes be. One moment, hiding from the weather in a dirty old barn and wondering what they would eat tomorrow, and the other, having a home to call their own and the warmest of beds to sleep in. A real roof above their head, and a proper fireplace, a table... and neighbors. Just like that, all it took was just one knock on the door in the middle of the night and a bit of kindness, and everything was different. Like a dream.
A soft sigh escaped Aster's lips as he stared at the stone above his head, an arm's length away, at the shadows dancing across its uneven surface, cast by what little light managed to slip past the curtain covering the opening of the hearthbed. The shadows were dark and thick, yet somehow gentle in their shapes. "This is nice," he heard Silvia whisper, a sleepy and happy little thing that almost got lost in the hum of the stone beneath them. Looking to the side, he found her doing the same thing from the other side of their mother, just watching the dark ceiling. "Can we... can we have a goat? I want a goat," the girl added after a few seconds of silence.
Nivalis chuckled at that, a small, tired sound that made her whole body vibrate against Aster's; he smiled at that as well. "Goats are a lot of work, sweetie," Nivalis said in a soft, sleepy tone, "first, we'd need a barn for one, and a large one at that to store all the hay it would need through the winter. Then, wait for the goat to grow up and get in heat, then take her to a male goat to breed her, then..." she started, listing one thing after another, each making the girl's shoulders slump a little more, "...and only then, milk. It's not that simple."
"Oh... I..." Silvia mumbled, her legs kicking a bit under the covers at how many things there were to do, "...thought they just... give milk. All the time." Her head turned, and those big golden eyes of hers stared at their mother from behind a mess of silver hair. "I can handle it! I'll start building us a barn first thing in the morning." A determined nod came with that.
Looking down at the girl, Nivalis took a moment and brushed away all the damp silver curls from her face. "Or," she said, a soft smile in her voice, "maybe we could just... buy some instead of all that? Mother Anne and I made a deal of sorts when we were talking about the house. I'll be helping at the hearthworks in the mornings, making things like everyone else here does, and she'll pay me for it." Her fingers slid to the girl's shoulder as she said that, then went under the covers and started playing with the softness of her bum, squeezing and rubbing it in a gentle way.
Aster's head jerked up from her shoulder at her words, and he saw the same reaction from Silvia on the other side. "You're going to work there? Is it hard? How much is the pay?" he asked, propping himself up on an elbow, the warm fur sliding down to his waist and revealing the smooth skin of his chest and stomach. A moment later, Silvia added, while ignoring her butt being played with, "Can we go with you? I want to help," to which Aster nodded in agreement.
"I don't know anything yet," Nivalis murmured to both of them, her blue eyes meeting their gold ones in the dim light of the hearthbed. "They have morning and evening shifts there, and I'll be joining Margaret's one. She'll show and tell me everything tomorrow, what I'll be doing and how." A soft little sigh left her, and her head sank deeper into the furs. "From what I understood, Anne would be paying with her own coin, so it probably won't be much. Everyone else just waits for spring when they sell the clothes, and then the village splits it between families... or something like that. There's a whole process to it," she added with a little shrug.
Both of them nodded, having heard from Anja earlier that merchants come in the spring to buy the clothes. Silvia was about to repeat her question, but Nivalis was faster and answered it before it was even asked, "If you want, sweetie. But children are mostly there to learn and to help their mothers, so I don't think you'll be paid for it."
That made Silvia pout a bit, her butt still being caressed and kneaded under the covers as she listened. "You'll just be sitting there, and helping me with whatever they tell me to do, so it will probably be very boring; most work is. Are you sure?" Despite her words, their heads bobbed again, almost in sync. That made Nivalis smile sweetly, a quiet, "Alright then, we'll go together in the morning," leaving her lips.
After a moment, a peaceful quiet settled over them, broken only by the crackle of the fire and the low hum of the stone beneath them. Silvia lowered her head back onto the curve of her mother's shoulder and wiggled herself snugly against her side, while Aster... he just remained propped on that elbow, looking down at the two of them. A little lift of the covers, and he saw it all. Pale skin of his, and of theirs. The wet silver of their hair spread out against the black of the furs and all the way to their hips, and how their chests rose and fell in a slow, sleepy rhythm against each other's. Flatness against the softness.
It took the girl just a heartbeat to recognize that look on his face, that familiar little sparkle in the gold of his eyes. "Uh-oh. Mom, you're in trouble," she mumbled into the warm skin. But it was already too late. The cuddling monster had attacked, and there was no saving her.
A confused frown formed on Nivalis's face for a brief second, then smoothed out when her head turned and saw Aster jumping atop her with a little hop and a quiet, "Grrr," rumble in his chest. A mix of warm laughter and a groan escaped her as he landed softly on her, her breasts cushioning him nicely. Almost right away, his skinny arms wrapped around her neck and made it impossible for her to look anywhere but him, his face hovering right above hers. "...yes, honey?" she murmured with a smile, pretending not to know what this was all about.
He didn't answer and instead dipped his head, the messy silver strands of his hair falling all over her face as he brought his small lips to her bigger ones. A peck at first, a soft little press that she barely had any time to react to. Then another came, and another, each one a bit longer than the last, each making his mouth mold against hers a bit more. Never breaking the rhythm, he then pressed his hips into her, letting her feel a growing little something that needed her attention.
Her own lips softened under his as she felt that, a long, tired sigh escaping her. "Honey..." she mumbled between the kisses and gasps of air, "...it's been... a very long day." She tried to reason with the boy, but he immediately began shaking his head left and right, causing his lips to brush against hers in a wet little caress.
All the while, his hardness kept throbbing against her lower stomach and directly against her womb, making her squeeze her eyes shut for a moment. Then she changed tactics and began humming a quiet little lullaby, running her fingers gently through his messy silver hair, trying to lull him to sleep with that. She even pulled the furs up over his bare shoulders and began tucking him in, all the while cooing and whispering sweet little nothings.
With a little smack of lips, Aster pulled away from the kiss and raised himself slightly on one arm, looking down at her with those big, golden eyes of his. He stayed quiet and still for a heartbeat, then another, just watching her, his shaft throbbing against her. "Nuh-uh. I-I... I wore them," he eventually whispered, a tiny whine that made her smile for a second, "...all day. And... you promised. We're safe now and alone, so I am to prove to you that I am a boy. Right now," he added in an even softer tone that did not match his manly words, then went in for another kiss.
Nivalis sighed at the feeling of his arms tightening around her neck and his lips returning to hers, a quiet, tired exhale. A mother and her child kissed in the dark of the hearthbed for a minute, her lips barely moving against his, and his trying his best to convince her. Then two, with Silvia watching the matching pink of them move in the low light, not saying a word.
Until finally, in a breath that smelled of honey, Nivalis murmured, "Alright, honey... what do you want us to do?" against his small, soft lips. The boy broke the kiss the very moment and smiled a victory smile.
Her arms wrapped around his waist under the covers, making his tummy press tighter against the softness of hers and his shaft slide all over between them. "I want..." Aster began, then paused as he thought about it, his golden eyes darting left and right. "I want..." he repeated, biting at the inside of his cheek. He took a moment to think: what would be the most proof of him being a boy, a man of the family? Something that would make them forget all about those panties, silly woolens, and the curly tunic? A real, manly thing, that's what he wanted.
In a very motherly manner, Nivalis began gently caressing the softness of his butt as she waited for him to continue, noticing little difference from the girl's as she did. Silvia patiently watched him with her sleepy eyes from her spot at the side. Not a single word was said as Aster thought about it more, racing his mind through all the naughty, manly ideas, through all the ways he could hump her and poke her and... and none of them felt right. Not when he looked down at the two of them and saw incredibly tired faces, with dark circles under their eyes. None at all.
A man takes care of his family before himself. A true one does. "...to give you two a massage. A really good one," Aster eventually whispered, pushing himself up and away to sit beside them, a confident little thing with a straight back and a puffed-out chest. With a commanding little, "Turn around," he pushed the furs down to their pale thighs, revealing their naked bodies to the dim.
A little blink came from Nivalis at that, followed by an identical one from Silvia. "A naughty kind of massage...?" the girl asked in a quiet voice, squinting her golden eyes at him, then at the hard, throbbing thing peeking out from between his skinny legs. Nivalis's gaze drifted down, too. Aster shook his head at both of them, which made them share a suspicious glance. "So... you want to use your one-of-a-kind naughty promise, that you suffered all day for, to just... give us massages?" Silvia asked again, a little tilt to her head. Aster nodded, chin up, no hesitation.
They didn't move for a moment, the two of them, just stared at him. Then at each other, with matching expressions of "that must be some kind of trick" on their faces. "Are you sure, sweetie? Not even a little... hump?" Nivalis eventually asked, giving his soft tummy a gentle rub, with blue eyes looking up at him. The boy thought for a second, just one, then shook his head and motioned for them to turn around.
Reluctantly and with a lot of groans, they did just that. First Nivalis, who gave him one last, questioning glance before she turned onto her stomach, her soft breasts squishing against the warm fur beneath her. Then, Silvia, after a quiet sigh, did the same, her butt right next to her mother's and matched her in everything but size. Pale thighs, pale shoulders, and a sea of silver hair all over the bed. It was a nice view, so much so that Aster almost reconsidered his "no hump" policy. Almost.
With a soft hum, Aster climbed onto his mother and put his knees on either side of her thighs, his small ones against her larger ones. Almost right away, she tensed at the weight of him atop her, and more so at the feeling of his shaft against her left buttcheek, but then relaxed as he leaned forward and, instead of humping her, began rubbing her lower back with both his scarred hands.
Not a hint of naughtiness, just a gentle, slow rubbing after a long, tiring day. Gentle circles of his palms against her soft, smooth back, right where it met the curve of her butt. "Oh, honey..." she mumbled into the fur at that, a soft, pleased little sound that made the boy smile sweetly.
Little pops and crackles came from her spine as he worked his way up to her shoulders, a few little moans escaping her as he found a particularly sore spot and pressed into it. Then he went lower again, to her lower back, and repeated the whole thing all over again. Her sides were next; what little fat she had in them, he kneaded like dough, all the way up to her ribs. "This... this is very nice," she breathed after a while, her voice muffled by the fur and the hair.
The entire time, Silvia kept wiggling her behind impatiently and glancing over her shoulder at them, pouting furiously. Five minutes was her limit. At the sixth, a quiet, "Asty-y..." came from her, a high-pitched, demanding sound that was anything but pleasant.
Aster chuckled at that, his golden eyes meeting hers for a second. "Alright, alright, your turn," he hushed, moving from atop his mother to the girl, putting his knees on either side of her delicate body. She hummed happily and wiggled her small, pale butt a bit more under him when he sat down onto her thighs, then went still the moment he put his hands on her waist.
He was much gentler with her, and yet pops and crackles were just as loud. Every little push and prod of his palms and fingers was met with them, and she loved that. Soft whimpers and sighs left her as he worked his way up her small, bony back, then down again, just the way he had done with Nivalis. The same little circles with the heels of his hands, and the same little squeezes of her sides. "Yeah, this is very nice," she murmured after a while, her golden eyes drifting shut. Nivalis hummed a soft, lazy agreement.
Another five minutes passed just like that, with nothing but the sounds of soft breaths and the occasional moans breaking the silence. Aster climbed back atop his mother when the time was up, and the whole thing started again. Backs, sides, and shoulders, gentle circles of his palms, and slow, sleepy breaths.
When Silvia began wiggling her butt again, Aster didn't even wait for her to complain and just switched over, doing the same to her. Another five minutes, and another, his arms never stopping their work on their backs.
A few times, Nivalis checked on him when he was atop the girl, just to make sure nothing naughty was going on. Nothing was, other than one or two accidental bumps of his shaft into the softness of the girl's tender buttcheeks when he leaned too far forward.
And then he did their arms. Nivalis was the first, as he was sitting atop her when he decided to do that, and so her left arm got grabbed, and his fingers began kneading the soft skin and muscle of it. All the way down from the shoulder to the tip of her fingers, then back up again. The same with her other one, slow presses and squeezes of his fingers into the softness of her.
At some point, a sleepy, "Sweetie, you don't have to..." came from her, but Aster ignored it and just kept going until her arms were like noodles and all the tiredness was gone from them.
Lazy wiggle of the butt, and he switched to the girl, doing the same to her. Soft biceps, thin forearms with a hint of veins on them, and small, delicate hands, each finger getting its own special treatment. She didn't move the entire time and just breathed into the hair that was in her face, strands of silver moving with it.
Then, legs... Aster turned himself around while atop the girl and began with her feet, gentle squeezes of his fingers that made her jerk awake and giggle, almost kicking him. "Shtop that," she mumbled into the furs, but he didn't listen. With his butt pressing into hers, he did her every toe and joint and squeezed every soft spot on her feet. At some point, she surrendered and just let him, too lazy to do anything about it.
After that, ankles and calves received some love. Soft flesh and soft skin, and the same little circles of his palms against her. "Don't shtop that," came from her in the very same tone as before, and he chuckled at that and kept going for another minute.
When that minute was up, he moved to her thighs, those soft, pale things that felt just right in his hands. A quiet, content sigh escaped the girl as his fingers slid from the back of her knees all the way up to the wrinkles beneath her buttcheeks. Then down, and up again... dozens of times, until the skin got a shade pinker from all the rubbing and kneading. She was incredibly soft there; every little squeeze made his fingers sink nicely into her legs.
But even nicer were those small, pale cheeks of her butt. His shaft throbbed quite a lot at the feeling of them in his hands, of them being spread and kneaded, at what was hidden between them. When Aster moved to them, his mind just kind of blanked for a moment. Just one blink, and the next thing he knew was his mother calling out to him, complaining that he was taking so long. A simple, "Sweetie..." in a sleepy, yet slightly demanding tone. Her behind wiggled in the same, impatient way Silvia's had a few moments before that.
With a quiet, "Oh, right," Aster turned and moved back atop his mother, leaving the girl's butt all pink and tingly. He did the same to her feet and legs, every toe, ankle, and calf, every little part of them, with the same care and attention. He felt exhausted by that point, and his back hurt quite a bit, but he pushed through, not even thinking of stopping.
Not when there were more thighs to jiggle. The boy's small hands squeezed and kneaded them with vigor, making the soft, smooth flesh move in all the ways, and her hum in a pleased way. Then the butt, which had the same effect on him as before. Just one blink, and the pain in his arms and back doubled for some reason.
Backs again, sides again, a little bit of their necks, and a little bit of their arms. Aster did a quick all-over before whispering a tired, "Roll over," to them both. They didn't react; they were in a state of melted butter. He repeated, a bit louder this time, and when that didn't work, he started poking them. Softly at first, then not so much, and after a while, they finally stirred.
With a lot of groaning and whining, the two rolled onto their backs with his help, revealing their chests to him. Two very different views, yet each just as beautiful in its own way. Flatness and ribs of the girl and the softness and curves of the mother, with matching silver hair spilling around them. For a moment, Aster just sat there and stared, the hard thing between his legs throbbing painfully as he did. Then, a quiet "Alright" left him, and he climbed back atop his mother.
Her hips and belly were the first to receive attention, gentle circles of his hands against the softness of her. She let out a long, happy sigh at the feeling of that, her blue eyes blinking open to look up at him, then drifting closed. Up and down his fingers slid, from the curve of her hips all the way up to the base of her breasts, and then back down again. Her belly trembled a bit on its own whenever his fingers brushed past it; it was a bit funny to watch.
With his butt sliding to her pelvis, his hands moved to her breasts, and he began kneading them. Softly and gently, he squeezed and lifted and did all sorts of things his boyish mind could come up with to those big, pale wonders of hers. They were warm and soft in his hands, and so heavy that he felt sorry for her as she had to carry them around all day, through all the scrubbing and bending and lifting. That thought made him slow down and be even gentler, which made Nivalis let out a quiet, pleased hum.
Then her shoulders and neck, even her armpits, and after a while, she was just a puddle on the fur, a happy and very relaxed puddle. The sight of her was worth every bit of effort and the pain in his arms and back, and it made him smile a wide, satisfied smile. "There you go, mom," Aster murmured as he planted a gentle kiss on her puffy lips, having to push quite a lot of silver locks away from them to do that, and then climbed off of her; she barely even reacted.
Just a little shuffle of his knees, and Aster was once more atop the girl, looking down at her sleepy face. Because she was lying out of the covers for a while, her body got covered in goosebumps, despite the warmth of the hearthbed beneath her. That was the first thing Aster took care of, by giving her a gentle rub with his warm palms, starting at her tummy and moving past her small, flat breasts, all the way to her shoulders. Like a kitten, she stretched and arched her back a bit at the feeling of it.
That slowly turned into a massage after a few minutes, with his hands squeezing and rubbing every part of her body. Hips, belly, and sides. Shoulders, neck, and collarbone. The dim light of the fire coming from the curtain danced across her skin in a gentle play of shadows, and Aster followed it with his fingers, tracing every little line and curve of her.
"Do them as well..." Silvia whispered after a while, her golden eyes cracking open to look at him, a sleepy, tired gaze that made him pause. Her arms rose from her sides and came to the small mounds of her chest that didn't even drop a shadow. She cupped both of her girls and pressed them together for him to grab at. "...like you did mom's."
A soft sigh escaped Aster at her words, and he nodded, sliding his hands up her tummy and to her chest. He began gently kneading the soft, pale skin there. Her ribs shifted beneath his fingers as she breathed, and every beat of her heart felt. She didn't stop looking up at him as he touched her there, didn't do anything other than put her hands on his wrists.
Minutes went by like that, with the boy just playing with the girl's chest, running his fingers over and around her, and kneading what little softness she had in there. All kinds of naughty things were done to her nipples, things no brother should do to his sister, and she just let him. Pulling, rolling, pinching, and pressing... he did it all.
Only when they got puffy, and the skin around them turned red, did he stop and return to the rest of her body. Her belly, hips, and arms. Even her face got massaged, with gentle strokes of his thumbs over her cheeks and forehead. She loved that. And more so, the gentle pulls at her pointy ears.
Aster didn't stop until he was sure she fell asleep, and when he was, he bent forward and kissed her on her parted lips. A small, soft peck that barely disturbed her breathing. "Goodnight, sis," he whispered against them, and that was it.
Slowly and carefully, he slid back and got off her, making sure not to wake her up, then pulled the covers up from where they were bunched at her knees. Over her thighs, past the naughty area and bony hips, and all the way up to her neck, he gently tucked her in, making sure she was warm and comfy in the soft furs.
After that, he just collapsed onto his mother and lazily pulled the covers on top of the two of them, leaving only their faces uncovered. Her strong arms were there in a heartbeat, wrapping around him and squeezing him into her warm, soft body. "Thank you, sweetie. That was very nice," she murmured into his hair, her words slurring a bit as she fought the sleep. "But... why?" came a quiet question after a moment.
The boy looked down at her, searching for something in those sleepy blue depths for a moment before answering. "You asked me to prove I'm a boy," he said, a quiet little murmur that made her blink. "...and I did just that. A man takes care of his women, and... and that's who I am," he added in a whisper, wrapping his arms around her neck and shoulders.
That made her chuckle, a soft, warm thing that came from deep in her throat, and she hugged him tighter against her breasts. "That's... very mature of you, sweetie," she breathed up at him, to which he responded with a proud hum and a kiss on her chin. Then a little higher on the soft pink of her lips.
Without pulling back, his mouth began moving against hers in a slow, sleepy rhythm. She didn't resist and kissed him right back, her soft lips pressing up against his and smacking gently. It was a lazy kiss, a very tired one, just a mother and son wishing each other goodnight before they both drifted off to sleep in the furs, in their very own home, with the winter outside howling and whistling, and with nothing to worry about.